Poetry

Visions and dreams are painted
on the canvas of the heart to be replayed.

Joy and tears enter,
brush strokes so fine and detailed

Into the depths are the lines and shadows,
with glint and glare

Like the heart that beats.
The river that flows.
Motion, life is given to our memories

fore ground, back ground.
heaven and earth
heart and soul

For the picture love has painted
in our always stays
Love never dies.

2007-06-09 08:33:30 · 7 answers · asked by kiphyn b 3

2007-06-09 06:18:24 · 6 answers · asked by basil 1

The night wind blows so quite with peace,
To lay down silently a brief unknowing release.
To dream of world that i know nothing about,
pity the screams of the tortured as restlessly he shouts.
Curse the dawn that drives away blessed night,
To burn through the dreamer and cast away fright.
Another world lay waiting, another day at an end,
Another chance for freedom another choice not condemned.
The night song of crickets they lull me away;
A death but not dying a new start to each day.
The night is like a blanket that cradles the dawn;
A silent master or servent whos mercy are soon gone.
A reprieve, a break, some peace for the mind,
A time of endless wandering for the dreamer to unwind.

2007-06-09 01:32:26 · 8 answers · asked by Anonymous

Please comment on this Holocaust Poem...Is it terrible?
I have never really been a fan of poetry. At a young age my ignorance deemed poetry to be overly melodramatic and rose colored. As an answer to a question on here I wrote my
First poem....What do u think about my Holocaust poem?

The Cries..The Suffering..The Hated...
Cries is what we hear, Suffering is what we feel, For we are The Hated the end is near..Why...Why....Why... Shall thee from Bethlehem- That sacrificed his cattle to Jehovah be the lamb- to the beast that forever eats the wicked twisted cross of German- Why is it that He who bear the holy star of David- Be marked with a Scarlet letter and suffer from such hatred?-
Ohh lord I do not understand- Please..Please..Please. end this misery and take thee back to Bethlehem.

-Considering this is my first poem I think I did pretty good? Please Don`t hesistate to slap me in my face to bring me back to reality! Does this poem suck?

2007-06-08 20:31:03 · 10 answers · asked by Future 5

I wrote this sonnet for creative writing class, it was so hard but i managed to get it done. I know the couplets are supposed to be opposite of the rest of the poem but what the heck. Give any comment you like. hate it, like it. anything is cool. sorry for the first one i forgot to put the sonnet.

"The sound of the birds"

Dim sunshine above the blue lake lay
Calm and silent the endless night came back
Crescent moon peeked over the cloudy sky
The trees slept covered with their thick bark

I see birds over my cabin porch
They flew around with the loud wind
Their worm nest, they looked around in search
To find it broken on the cold ground

Now I saw far back when the birds sang
Singing with the wind, in such a peace sound
As if they had a plan to make you sing
And forget about the feeling, sad
They talked in such peace, they sang of the light
Make you forget the darkness of the night

2007-06-08 20:26:25 · 5 answers · asked by mimi247t 2

When darkness comes,
and all you see is black,
sitting in my darkened world,
where the only sound is the sound of my own crying,
i fall into a deep depression,
where the only thing on my mind are thoughts of death
as i listen to there screaming and banging on the door,
while i soak in the bathtub,
bleeding,
bleeding my pain away,
soaking in my pain and misery,
looking at my wrists,
watching the blood run down my limbs,
as the blood runs down my finger tips
as i bleed my past, present and future away,
feeling as if i was in slow motion,
flash backs of my life appear before my eyes;
scared and torn lost in the pain i hold inside,
crying now seeing my mistakes and pain I've caused
confused by all i know,
hiding from deep inside me where i keep my feelings inside me,
i cant escape them,
they hold me against all that i am.
waiting for it all to come to an end,
so the pain will end and the suffering i go though will stop,
going limp now,
thinking to my self this pain is greater then any pain i have ever felt,
unable to take it back now;
feeling cold
as i start to feel weak and fade away into a non-existent
wishing i could take it back missing each and every second of my life,
wishing i could escape the pain and misery of death,
yearning to be able to feel again,
to be able to see your beautiful face again for at least one more time

2007-06-08 19:32:30 · 16 answers · asked by Anonymous

Does anyone know the lyrics to Liza Garza's poem, my everything? I will appreciate any help.

2007-06-08 18:26:35 · 3 answers · asked by Angel 1

2007-06-08 17:39:49 · 17 answers · asked by alyssia 1

The creak of the stairs says
He's coming
Sis' trembling little body says
He's coming
Sis pulling the covers over her head says
He's coming
I push the covers off my face to see
Him coming

Sis hides and denies
I fight and defy
But I always lose
So Sis is still safe
From Him

2007-06-08 16:53:01 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

it's about the sun going down to rise on another shore, with jewels or, well, i don't know!!! but it's about the sun never going down, just moving....

HELP ME!!

it's beautiful, if you've read it once you won't forget it (well, aside from me, anyway).

thanks,
the mutt

2007-06-08 16:52:37 · 1 answers · asked by alpha mutt 4

Bombrise

The oriental lobe of a brain
In a twilight induced pain
Between barriers and borders
And bad clusters
Wasn't there the sunrise
Once upon a time?

2007-06-08 14:11:49 · 21 answers · asked by zerg 2

i need two poems for my graduation ceremony. one about friendship and another about thanking parents.

2007-06-08 11:45:38 · 4 answers · asked by xoAmaandAxo 1

Shaman

on a trip I took one time, I never left the house,
tiny little charachters, the only sign of life,
took one hit, then one more, then I lost the count,
colors tasted beautifully, I felt so damned alive.

Trying to remember, what it was I meant to do,
in my mind, all sense of time, like a Dali painting,
little people everywhere, saying to surrender,
I left them in a cloud of dust, ran just like a cheetah.

In man made time, everything seems like polarization,
meant to seperate us from lifes little tiny triumphs,
broken hearts, starts and stops, all hate will be denied,
corporate people from L.A. sent to check reaction.

By the time, I wind this down, back to bleak decadence,
you might well ask yourself, was this worth the effort,
anytime I touch a pen, another legacy invented,
still I wonder to myself, was this mental masturbation.

2007-06-08 10:17:45 · 15 answers · asked by Anonymous

Manzilan b uski theen
kafila b us ka tha ........
plz write me poet name and if possible book name too. i ll b thankful

2007-06-08 05:40:02 · 1 answers · asked by Burning Soul 1

The Head

I looked in the cupboard
And, Oh! It was bare.

No morsel nor crumb
Left for me to snare.

From home to market
Sped my thoughts thru the air.

Hunger upped and took
My empty body there.

Among heads of cabbages
Found I one with hair.

A severed head wearing
Death's icy stare.

Truly a gruesome sight to bear.

But the spectre can I not malign,
For, Lo, the head was mine.

© 1982

2007-06-08 05:39:11 · 6 answers · asked by BlueFeather 6

"If Only They"

The world is in turmoil
and fellows battle,
raging,fighting warriors
swept like cattle
into the fray.
Death a reminder that all are fragile
screaming armageddon,
through technologies missile.
One wonders,
if they could see a path to passion,
or love in any fashion.
The need for life and love
would end the screams
from the sky above
and green,
would take the place of death
so all would have eternal breath.
"If Only They"

2007-06-08 00:02:50 · 9 answers · asked by flipknuckle 2

Love.....
Love is forever...
Like is for a moment..
Love....
Love is just aimlessly holding out your heart
to someone you care about only getting it retured in peices.
Friends.....
Friends are forever........
enimes are only friends who havent quit got there yet.

Friends are the ones who will be there for you forever,
Love is someone to hold and charish.
So as I walk through life in this clouded haze mindlessly wondering through hopeing I'm going where I need to go.
Watching the world pass me by as if I was standing in one place ,
watching the ones I love make the biggest mistakes of their lives.
Watching people get high, and watching them fly by in life then come to a sudden halt and rewind.
As i stand here a face without a smile a mask without a face,
I am fake,
But i have the world believeing that what they are seeing is real.
Nothing but a mirror image of your imagineation,
a figment nothing more nothing less.
As i enclose my self in these walls iv built,
I'v built them strong and high up to keep the world out,
to hold me inside and keep everything thing out,
I am strong but emotionaly I am weak in a battle of fists i will win without a doubt,
in a battle of emotions with my self i will lose.
Kneeling on this cliff side with arms wide open welcomeing anything and all to come get me,
trying not to fold trying to be strong, I can take this! I am strong I can pull threw,
suddenly I rise slowly makeing my way to that cliffs edge and letting my self drop off,
I thought that i could take it yet again I was wrong, continuously letting my self down.
As i fall threw the air My life flashing before my eyes like a movie without sound,
as the ground is edgeing near a feeling of tranquility floods my body as impact comes I die happy.

2007-06-07 19:50:08 · 11 answers · asked by Anonymous

I'm doing an english project and I need to a few poems by well-known authors that are related to choice such as The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

2007-06-07 18:09:20 · 1 answers · asked by SeriousTyro 2

Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,
Whose empire is the name thou weepest on,
In my heart’s temple I suspend to thee
These votive wreaths of withered memory.

2007-06-07 17:52:57 · 3 answers · asked by SDR1979 1

the poem is: "it's like clockwork they say
the way we strut down the street all meary and gay
never ever stoping to think of loved ones sad and gray
for as there is no I in team there is no A in way
even though we anticepate another day."

2007-06-07 15:36:53 · 12 answers · asked by Anonymous

Ive seen some different explanations and its kinda confusing me. Also any ideas on what i should write it about?

2007-06-07 15:03:49 · 2 answers · asked by Arête 3

title--his death, like everyone's

his death, like everyone's,
Comes just once a year,
Around the time when you might see him
Smiling ear to ear.

Suddenly life turns to dust,
Which then just blows away,
And everything from hope to joy
Lies naked to the day.

Pain seems insupportable,
And time crawls like a snail
Towards an endless nothingness
Before which all things pale.

The point? Ah, yes! There is no point.
It's all a mystery,
Why anything is here at all,
Or how he came to be.

And so he waits upon the cliff,
And once a year he dies,
While just behind him on the grass
A field of glory lies.
____________________________
title--Evil

Evil has no easy explanation.
Everyone is evil and is good.

Sometimes we watch ourselves do something evil
Frozen in a scream that's never heard.

We cannot stop ourselves, so we go on,
Knowing somewhere else the horror plays
And plays and plays until we are forgiven,
Healed by someone's gift of unearned love.

When someone has been tortured as a child,
Evil, like a mad dog, crouches near.

One buries it deep in a vaulted, lead-lined chamber,
But zombie-like it stalks the world within.

It's strange that darkened children need forgiveness
For evil that they suffer, innocent.

But guilt's the trademark of humiliation,
Burned into the flesh of memory.

Love washes over evil like an ocean,
Sweeping over seething, fisted anger,
Drowning it in cold, unquiet depths,
Leaving you weak and weeping on the strand.

You wouldn't be yourself without the pain
That twists inside like penitential dancers,
Making you the stage of some strange beauty,
Like no one else, the host of our redemption.

2007-06-07 13:39:38 · 7 answers · asked by Minty 2

Pressed against a glass window
What lies in the future, I do not know
Emtions, feelings, love and pain
Shields me like it shields the rain

Pressed against a glass window
Being trapped, kept from where I wish to go
Dreams and felings put on hold
Must reliy on what I've been told

Pressed against a glass window
Trying to feel more
But the only chance I have of that
Is walking out the door

2007-06-07 12:52:45 · 13 answers · asked by ***Lena*** 2

Yes thier will be lots of mistakess. Sorry. I am writting a book and I would like to know if i write well. this is a excert from it so you won't be able to understand it fully until you read the book but tell me what you think of my words. Sarah is the main charector [its in her piont of view].


Jason and I sat down under a shaddy tree. "This is nice," i said, looking down. Jason, sensing something was wrong, gently touched my hand. For the first time in a while, butterflies filled my stomach and a tickling sensation went up my arm. I jerked it away and quickly glanced up at Jason. He looked hurt and confussed. He put one fingure under my chin and tiled it upwards, forcing me to look at him. Suddenly he tried to kiss me. Quickly, I put a fingure on his lips to stop him, "No Jason," I said.
I wanted to kiss him. He was my boyfriend after all. The only thing stopping me was the thought of Piper and how she hadn't aproved of Jason. "What's wrong?" he asked.

2007-06-07 10:12:16 · 13 answers · asked by ***Lena*** 2

Do u like the poem below, if so why?

I'll tell you how the sun rose
a ribbon at a time.
the steeples swam in amethyst,
the news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
The i said softly to myself,
"that must have been the sun!"
But how he set, i know not.
There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boy and girls
where climbing all the while.
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
and led the flock away.

2007-06-07 09:24:03 · 10 answers · asked by alba g 1

Sitting atop a broken hill
laughing as dark music played.
She looked allot lot like you,
not timid or afraid.
Smokey air falling softly,
As heaven and hell were set free
echoes of one good love
singing, "maybe one day it will be".
Clouds of thunder rolling by,
eyes toward a magic sky.
sun and moon all a blur,
moaning wind,
shivering sea,
iron heart made soft by thee,
singing, "maybe one day it will be".
from the first day,
to the last,
born without you,
and sinking fast.
a ship alone... yet alive, and free
singing, "maybe one day it will be”




PSS...
A little background...
(I was at an outdoor concert that night.An ominous black storm was brewing on the horizon, and I was wishing so deeply that she was there with me. Then I saw a beautiful girl who looked just like her, laughing, and enjoying the music, the night, and time with her friends. So...this short song was born. It's melody rings like her voice in my ear.)

2007-06-07 06:44:18 · 7 answers · asked by Anonymous

the poem is as follows:
Resembles Life what once was held of Light,
Too ample in itself for human sight ?

An absolute Self--an element ungrounded--
All, that we see, all colours of all shade

By encroach of darkness made ?--

Is very life by consciousness unbounded ?
And all the thoughts, pains, joys of mortal breath,
A war-embrace of wrestling Life and Death ?

2007-06-07 02:10:44 · 4 answers · asked by LuVeLy 1

Love Living

When Life is harsh and body failing
Strength must come from vision
Mind will lead, heart will follow
To acceptance, recognition

When darkness seems around us
Body grumbles, mind is wary
Find the spark that still remains
Illuminate your sanctuary

Find your strength, blazing fire
Know the way of love and giving
There is only one good choice
And that's of course: love living!

fb31w.

Any comments appreciated.

2007-06-06 21:21:03 · 15 answers · asked by freebird31wizard 6

2007-06-06 21:12:11 · 2 answers · asked by jus-tryin-to-help 1

i want to write a 12 line rhyming couplet poem, about food.. something random, something interesting, but can't find the words? can seombody give me example of such?

2007-06-06 19:45:18 · 6 answers · asked by Yuri Ebihara 2